-Scott's POV-
Everyone looked at her in shock. Laurent was the first to recover.
"Esme, mon ange. You do not have to speak. You do not have anything to explain. It is enough that they should trust in me, your Dom, to care for you."
Esme pulled away and hung her head slightly.
"It is okay, Maître. I should have told them the truth long ago. As I need to face this, I need to be truthful as well," she admitted.
Laurent stared at her for several moments before pulling her close again while she spoke. He was giving her comfort and strength, which I recognized easily enough.
"Last year, Maître and I... Well, we had a bit of a falling out. He had a job offer in England, and I did not wish to move. So we parted," Esme began to explain.
